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Fenrir
"The Wild calls"
User: Jeanne
Campaign: Punjar
Race: Asian features - Shadowed West
Gender: Female
Role: Striker
Class/Level: Warlock/1
Background:
Born into a remote village that rimmed the Eztenqui Jungle in the Shadowed West, as soon as Fenxia could walk, she remembers gathering the tough mahuki grasses from the various water holes throughout the jungle. Her family members – Apa, Ama, Amari, and Azuk – were weavers and would sell their goods at the small village market in exchange for food. It was a hard but peaceful life.
Fenxia was not a vain girl but only accepted her life for what it was. She enjoyed simple pleasures like the Firefly Festival in deep summer when with her brother Azuk and sister Amari, Fenxia would lie awake at night under their mosquito nets and fall asleep to the thrumming of firefly wings and the slow steady flashing of lights. Fenxia felt loved, but she always felt slightly estranged from her mother and father. And as she grew older, she noticed how little she took after them. She was at least a few feet taller than everyone in her family, her facial features were sharp and angular, and when her hair grew farther than her shoulders, it turned silver. That’s why she insisted on keeping it short.
All in all, Fenxia was happy enough up to age 13. That is, up until the man with the silver necklace came to the village.
He was from another place far away. Fenxia had never seen a man such as him ever before. The villagers seemed to scurry away when he drew near them. From a nearby stand where Fenxia happened to be buying some gailan for the evening meal, the man turned her way and stared directly at her. She felt her hands begin to tremble the longer he stared, and without even buying the gailan, Fenxia ran back home.
She didn’t say a word about what had happened to her family but instead burrowed the fear and anxiety of the man’s burning eyes deep into her belly. She didn’t know if her family sensed anything when refused supper and instead said she was tired and was going to sleep.
It was late into the night when sleep finally overcame Fenxia. Strangely, the recurring dream she had had every day since she could remember, didn’t come that night. Instead she awoke in a feverish sweat not knowing where she was. And standing in front of her with his silver necklace flashing in the moonlight was the man who had come to the village. Before Fenxia could scream, he smacked her across the face and she lost consciousness.
That was the last night Fenxia would be with her family.
Fenxia was not a vain girl but only accepted her life for what it was. She enjoyed simple pleasures like the Firefly Festival in deep summer when with her brother Azuk and sister Amari, Fenxia would lie awake at night under their mosquito nets and fall asleep to the thrumming of firefly wings and the slow steady flashing of lights. Fenxia felt loved, but she always felt slightly estranged from her mother and father. And as she grew older, she noticed how little she took after them. She was at least a few feet taller than everyone in her family, her facial features were sharp and angular, and when her hair grew farther than her shoulders, it turned silver. That’s why she insisted on keeping it short.
All in all, Fenxia was happy enough up to age 13. That is, up until the man with the silver necklace came to the village.
He was from another place far away. Fenxia had never seen a man such as him ever before. The villagers seemed to scurry away when he drew near them. From a nearby stand where Fenxia happened to be buying some gailan for the evening meal, the man turned her way and stared directly at her. She felt her hands begin to tremble the longer he stared, and without even buying the gailan, Fenxia ran back home.
She didn’t say a word about what had happened to her family but instead burrowed the fear and anxiety of the man’s burning eyes deep into her belly. She didn’t know if her family sensed anything when refused supper and instead said she was tired and was going to sleep.
It was late into the night when sleep finally overcame Fenxia. Strangely, the recurring dream she had had every day since she could remember, didn’t come that night. Instead she awoke in a feverish sweat not knowing where she was. And standing in front of her with his silver necklace flashing in the moonlight was the man who had come to the village. Before Fenxia could scream, he smacked her across the face and she lost consciousness.
That was the last night Fenxia would be with her family.
